yo im here now and its time to kill this cat
its time to bring out the gats
got bullets that'll rip a hole in ya back
got niggas liken ya ass crack(fuckin homo)
u say you a rapper but ya shit was wack
U rappin for niggas wit no arms cause no one clapped
you wonder why niggas dont by yo shit or feel yo spit
its cuase niggas dont respect a nigga wit no hits
you couldnt hit one punch if they flowed ina straight line(no punch lines)
you coudnt battle if we put you the front line(of war)
you a wanna be thug but walk around looking for love
i throw more punches then if i hada goldn glove
i hear a 1...2...3 KO'd you out
I was almoset yo dad but i pulld out
U claim you hard but can't fuck wit me
I'm that nigga that i'll make ya blood clot
i ain't a nice nigga i leave yo ass there to rot
Leave a note there wit my name sayin he jus got shot
The bullet from the nine was jus too hot(burn a hole in ya)
Nobody likes you ya moms aint call the cops
She dropped the draws talking bout lets make the bed rock
But dont love that hoe like i dont love coke rocks
I popped her ass like a bag of pop rocks

Drops the mic and says speak "now bitch"!!!